On the phone, there was a bit of noise.

"Isabella, what's wrong?" Andrew's voice was hoarse but as gentle as always.

"Andrew, have you been drinking again?" Her voice was muffled, clearly indicating he had been drinking.

"Yes, just a bit. It's hard to avoid at business dinners." His tone softened, trying to soothe her.

"Your health, your choice. I don't care," she replied angrily.

"Okay, okay, I know I was wrong. I'll definitely not drink later. Why are you so upset today?" He paused, ...